The plan is to keep moving out. Becoming the subconscious of a being greater than us.
* Doc-Danger
4 Hours Later - Megacles - The Street
“Ma’am? Are you awake Ma’am?” There's a cop standing over me.
I start. What the fuck? I look around. Shit, I’m on the ground. I try to get up, but my clothes aren’t on right, and I fall on my face. Shit.
“Are you okay Ma’am?” the cop repeats.
“Yes.” I mumble. Fuck off, I think.
Fear sobers me a little. I get my clothes on right and stand. There’s a lot of people running around. Fuck. I’m going to jail.
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The cop asks me a bunch of questions. It slowly dawns on me that he’s worried about me. I calm down a little, and give him what he needs to leave me alone. I’m okay. Nothing happened to me. Yep, I’m drunk. No, nobody attacked me. I’m not crazy, hurting, or whatever. Sleepwalking’s a bitch.
He offers me a ride home, but fuck that. He nods. “Okay. Just… Be good to yourself, okay? We’re gonna get through this.”
I nod seriously at his pep talk. Weird.
I walk to Candy’s. There are so many people running around, it takes me a while to realize it’s four in the morning. Everybody's looking up at the moon. Fuck, that’s not the moon! I fumble with my phone. Every feed is lit up. A new planet appeared out of nowhere two hours ago. New planet. Scary close to Earth. Out of fucking nowhere.
I pull up my full lab right there on the street. Call Doc-Danger. No answer. My stomach hurts. I’ve never tried to force my way into Doc-Danger’s feed. I do so now. There’s no need, I have full access. He’s gone. He just disappears two hours ago. He fucks me in the woods, pulls up his lab, and disappears.
I pull up his God Machine. It’s gone too. Two hours back, there’s activity in its logbook for a millionth of a second. It downloaded all of Project Octopus. Then it downloaded Doc-Danger’s alignment stats. Then it disappeared. All within a millionth of a second.
My chest hurts. Like there’s barbed wire around my heart. I kneel down on the street and weep.